It's your first, duh

Nun or not, all hard to get women merit a similar approach: lower their guard and then smash their weak points.

"This is my first. I’ve never, you know, confessed before..."

There’s a slight pause that belies her surprise, but Sister Mary’s silky words are full of understanding and compassion. "That is more than fine, my son. There is always time for those who wish to turn a new leaf and start over." She pauses for you to say something, but, when you don’t, Sister Mary continues: "Is there anything you would like to confess today? Anything particular on your heart?"

You unroll the crib sheet from the sleeve of your shirt, squinting in the almost total darkness of the confessional booth. You want to meet Erin‘s demands as soon as possible, and you have decided to get Sister Mary on the secret audio recording before getting physical with her.

"I have many sins," you start. "I mean, you know, don’t you? You must hear things from people all the time, right?"

"Well…" Sister Mary’s tone is polite, but her confessional seat creeks as she shifts again. Is she perhaps uncomfortable with being questioned herself? Or is it the aphrodisiac laced all through her panties giving her lower body increased irritation and restlessness?

"I suppose." Sister Mary shows no openings yet. "Now, it does not fall to me to divulge the confessions of others, but I can tell you that, yes, I have taken many confession in the past and asked to God and the angels to forgive many different transgressions."

"Yeah, but... have you ever sinned, sister?"

"I--- Have I-" It’s suddenly hot in the confessional. The chapel ventilation is poor, and the church tries to scrimp pennies and costs like utilities and heating.

You imagine Sister Mary beginning to sweat beneath her nun's habit, the beads of perspiration dripping down her bountiful cleavage, the folds of her neglected pussy collecting wetness as well. "My son, are you not the one who has come to confess today?"

You need to get this out of Sister Mary, Erin‘s first item. 'She must confess to sins herself, it doesn’t matter if they're vague, but she must admit it audibly.'

"Well, sister, yes, this is true. I just... I mean, I’ve never done this before. It would help me greatly to know that I am not the only one guilty of these crimes." Whoops, careful fool! "I mean, sins."

"I suppose, but..." Sister Mary’s booty shifts on the creaky seat. You have her uncomfortable, and she must be feeling the effects of the incense as well. "Well, yes of course. I am not beneath reproach either."

"So, you have sinned too?"

"Yes, I have." Sister Mary’s voice is empty of the calm controlled tone from before, her voice thicker and heavier. "In fact, I have been guilty of a great number of sins."

Bingo. You just hope that came through clear on the audio…